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threadwalkerThe whirlwind of social stuff is done and hopefully we're all done passing the illnesses around. Now if only work were calm....
oh - and I"m not sewing for 12th night. The silk didn't work. I need leather. And after spelunking in the garage, I don't have any. So those of you who saw the wild-eyed "must start a project now" look last Saturday ... it's calmed down. I need leather and I'm back to muttering to myself and sketching wild schemes and looking at my unfinished projects.
The Robello Men are both sick with chest stuff. One has bronchitus (gets it annually) and the other has lung crud (gets it annually, too). I have lung crud and mostly ignore it until I need to lay down and then I think being horizontal (and motionless?) starts me wheezing. The kids had a brief brush with runny noses a few weeks ago, but all 'seemed' okay until last night....
(truly boring stuff, but it may explain why I am distracted at 12th night)
My 3FP (3yr old Fashion Plate), has a new thing she does. She clutches her tummy, cries and says her tummy hurts. Sometimes she says she ate too much - although how she can even understand to connect that is surprising to me. I suspect it's a phrase she's picked up from those around her. Anyway, I missed a day of work for this last month after I called our phone-in-nurse service. Funny how quickly she recovered when being sick meant laying quietly in bed. Yes, we're all nodding our heads, and mommy was fooled. On the flip side, who wants to be the parents featured in the 11pm news bite about the kid that died from an alien virus while parents ignored their complaints? Choice A - drama queen. Choice B- deadly virus. We want it to be "A" and the trick is to wheedle out the right answer and make sure the consequences for A are dire enough to discourage, but not dire enough to make them lie if it's really B. sigh. I want Scottie's high-tek Star Trek gadget so I can just wave it over their bodies.
Yesterday 3FP started the clutching whining thing at nap time. (Suspiscious timing to me..) and never actually took a nap. At dinner she barely ate ... until daddy got mini soft-cones. hmm.... suspiscious? When she said her tummy hurt and I said "then we need to go home", she melted down and said "no, I'm okay". We go to the movies (Night at the Museum - laughed my butt off), and she falls asleep during opening credits. Okay - she never had a nap, so that could be expected, right? hmmm.... We watch the movie, during closing credits I race to bathroom w/ my son, and as we are coming out, daddy is walking by and holding 3FP out at arms length. Me: "What happened?" him.. "Grrrr, she threw up ... all over me ...."
oh. hmmm. geee. err. hmmm. drat! I failed the test; that could have been an 11pm news bite about stupid parents.
And as we are putting the kids to bed, my son's forehead feels hot. .....
I definitely need a vacation from the holidays.
BUT WAIT... there's more...
Coincidentally, my mom came home from her holiday trip on Saturday, which was 2 weeks early. She's over at my place today and tomorrow to watch the kids. This sounds fortunate... the timing certainly suspisciously convenient. Except my mom's home early because she had "drama" with my sister's family.
My sister is in Pakistan and mom was staying w/ the hubby and the 2 kids. To put this in perspective, they have one autistic son (3-1/2 yrs) and a daughter (1-1/2) who's got several autistic symptoms, but not enough to be diagnosed. My sister and he have had their lives turned upside down with their children's challenges. I think they have risen amazingly to the situation and they are very aggressive and proactive on behalf of their children. But it has taken a lot of education, flexibilty, and outside professional help for them to learn to deal with this. My mom, on the other hand, is a product of her generation and spent 40 years teaching ... a very strict disciplinarian that does not alter her approach for the children but expects children to adapt to her; not a method that works well with special needs children.
The plan was sis is coming home this week and they'd open gifts, etc, this week as a family. There would be cheer, joy and love. I got 2 phone calls from my bro-in-law last week and one from mom; things were not going well. Mostly my nephew has made amazing progress with his development and found a way to express his annoyance with Grammy and explained that she should stop. (stop what? stop everything). I heard the same stories from everyone - I am very proud that my nephew can articulate his feelings so clearly. This is huge - he used to bang his head on the door when he wanted to go outside. But now mom's home. 2 weeks early. In my house. Bonding with my "normal" kids. I sense a gripe session brewing and I really don't want to go home after work and be overwhelmed with my mom's negative crap. But she'll wait up for me ... no matter how long it takes for me to get home. There's no escape for me. eeek!
I think I'll get my gym work out in first otherwise she'll suck the wind out of my sails and I'll either drown my depression in sweets or alcohol. If I go to the gym, I'll be too tired to be tempted to argue with her and I'll just zone out. I may need to go back to the gym when she's done. seriously. I could just barf thinking about it.
And I have a project at work that's all jacked up. I can't detail it, but it makes me want to cry and hide from work.
I have a funeral to go to tomorrow for a best friend - his brother died on X-mas day. (sigh. It's not a clean grief.)
Yes - I want a vacation from the holidays. If I seem off or distracted in the next week. ... well, there's good reason.
oh - and I"m not sewing for 12th night. The silk didn't work. I need leather. And after spelunking in the garage, I don't have any. So those of you who saw the wild-eyed "must start a project now" look last Saturday ... it's calmed down. I need leather and I'm back to muttering to myself and sketching wild schemes and looking at my unfinished projects.
The Robello Men are both sick with chest stuff. One has bronchitus (gets it annually) and the other has lung crud (gets it annually, too). I have lung crud and mostly ignore it until I need to lay down and then I think being horizontal (and motionless?) starts me wheezing. The kids had a brief brush with runny noses a few weeks ago, but all 'seemed' okay until last night....
(truly boring stuff, but it may explain why I am distracted at 12th night)
My 3FP (3yr old Fashion Plate), has a new thing she does. She clutches her tummy, cries and says her tummy hurts. Sometimes she says she ate too much - although how she can even understand to connect that is surprising to me. I suspect it's a phrase she's picked up from those around her. Anyway, I missed a day of work for this last month after I called our phone-in-nurse service. Funny how quickly she recovered when being sick meant laying quietly in bed. Yes, we're all nodding our heads, and mommy was fooled. On the flip side, who wants to be the parents featured in the 11pm news bite about the kid that died from an alien virus while parents ignored their complaints? Choice A - drama queen. Choice B- deadly virus. We want it to be "A" and the trick is to wheedle out the right answer and make sure the consequences for A are dire enough to discourage, but not dire enough to make them lie if it's really B. sigh. I want Scottie's high-tek Star Trek gadget so I can just wave it over their bodies.
Yesterday 3FP started the clutching whining thing at nap time. (Suspiscious timing to me..) and never actually took a nap. At dinner she barely ate ... until daddy got mini soft-cones. hmm.... suspiscious? When she said her tummy hurt and I said "then we need to go home", she melted down and said "no, I'm okay". We go to the movies (Night at the Museum - laughed my butt off), and she falls asleep during opening credits. Okay - she never had a nap, so that could be expected, right? hmmm.... We watch the movie, during closing credits I race to bathroom w/ my son, and as we are coming out, daddy is walking by and holding 3FP out at arms length. Me: "What happened?" him.. "Grrrr, she threw up ... all over me ...."
oh. hmmm. geee. err. hmmm. drat! I failed the test; that could have been an 11pm news bite about stupid parents.
And as we are putting the kids to bed, my son's forehead feels hot. .....
I definitely need a vacation from the holidays.
BUT WAIT... there's more...
Coincidentally, my mom came home from her holiday trip on Saturday, which was 2 weeks early. She's over at my place today and tomorrow to watch the kids. This sounds fortunate... the timing certainly suspisciously convenient. Except my mom's home early because she had "drama" with my sister's family.
My sister is in Pakistan and mom was staying w/ the hubby and the 2 kids. To put this in perspective, they have one autistic son (3-1/2 yrs) and a daughter (1-1/2) who's got several autistic symptoms, but not enough to be diagnosed. My sister and he have had their lives turned upside down with their children's challenges. I think they have risen amazingly to the situation and they are very aggressive and proactive on behalf of their children. But it has taken a lot of education, flexibilty, and outside professional help for them to learn to deal with this. My mom, on the other hand, is a product of her generation and spent 40 years teaching ... a very strict disciplinarian that does not alter her approach for the children but expects children to adapt to her; not a method that works well with special needs children.
The plan was sis is coming home this week and they'd open gifts, etc, this week as a family. There would be cheer, joy and love. I got 2 phone calls from my bro-in-law last week and one from mom; things were not going well. Mostly my nephew has made amazing progress with his development and found a way to express his annoyance with Grammy and explained that she should stop. (stop what? stop everything). I heard the same stories from everyone - I am very proud that my nephew can articulate his feelings so clearly. This is huge - he used to bang his head on the door when he wanted to go outside. But now mom's home. 2 weeks early. In my house. Bonding with my "normal" kids. I sense a gripe session brewing and I really don't want to go home after work and be overwhelmed with my mom's negative crap. But she'll wait up for me ... no matter how long it takes for me to get home. There's no escape for me. eeek!
I think I'll get my gym work out in first otherwise she'll suck the wind out of my sails and I'll either drown my depression in sweets or alcohol. If I go to the gym, I'll be too tired to be tempted to argue with her and I'll just zone out. I may need to go back to the gym when she's done. seriously. I could just barf thinking about it.
And I have a project at work that's all jacked up. I can't detail it, but it makes me want to cry and hide from work.
I have a funeral to go to tomorrow for a best friend - his brother died on X-mas day. (sigh. It's not a clean grief.)
Yes - I want a vacation from the holidays. If I seem off or distracted in the next week. ... well, there's good reason.
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